The lilly cheek, the "purple light of love," <br />The liquid lustre of the melting eye,-- <br />Mary! of these the Poet sung, for these <br />Did Woman triumph! with no angry frown <br />View this degrading conquest. At that age <br />No MAID OF ARC had snatch'd from coward man <br />The heaven-blest sword of Liberty; thy sex <br />Could boast no female ROLAND'S martyrdom; <br />No CORDE'S angel and avenging arm <br />Had sanctified again the Murderer's name <br />As erst when Caesar perish'd: yet some strains <br />May even adorn this theme, befitting me <br />To offer, nor unworthy thy regard.<br /><br />Robert Southey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-mary-wollstonecraft/
